8. The Violin Play

“Hey, Alex. I guess I am sick. It is time to wake up.” I could only feel the febrile decay of my strength. My body was warm to its core, the brittle memories from the weird dream added to the problem. ” I had a weird dream. Fever dream, I suppose..”.

“Good Morning, take an off today, Dr Atlas. You think so much.” she came closer to kiss, the touch of her lips was cold. ” It is bad. You should have a break. Stay at home, I will come early as well.” Her voice was comforting, yet my body felt as if it would melt from the shivers through my skin. I took out the medicine and swallowed it with the last sip of water left in the water bottle.

“Yes, I will text them that I cannot come. Have a good day. Make something delicious. I need some positive energy in my mind.” I smiled at her and kissed her for a brief moment. The moment was not enough, but my body was not normal. I smiled again and closed my eyes, afraid of the dream yet searching for the answer of the Vedas. Wisdom could not reach to me eventually, the dream made no sense.


The endless and immortal space, a dream again. A drop of sweat rolled down my face. Another dream with no wisdom of real context of my life.

It was the space this time, completely empty just a sort of a cluster of beautiful colours in front of me. I was not breathing, not moving, not listening, but I was there. Kept at the moment, waiting for something to wake me up. I placed my vision onto the bright colours in front of me, the cluster looked like a coloured river contained by the moment. I close my eyes, trying to wake myself. I was stuck again, sweating with the vision of a giant super nova. A dead star, ironically my mental status at the very moment; a mind incapable of allowing the wisdom of the experience, process through its core.

I helplessly stare at the blend of colours, a golden glow around the deep red and blue blend of its centre. To the little philosophy in my head, it reminded me for the colour of blood revamped with the blue of the sky. Symbolic of danger, life and peace. I was certainly lost. I kept looking till my mind could perceive an image of a women’s face in the dead star. A beautiful face, red on the inside and the blue slowly converted into the black like the rest of the space. A slow descent of the blue into the darkness. A sudden sound gave me chills, it was music. A violin, a sad-single instrument that seemed to be the void around me. The face had darkened on the edges of the colour. The eyes had the blue, rest everything was red. Red to the essence, I did not even try speaking. Waited for the silly dream to send more cues of my sub-conscious head.

The music slowed down with the image of the women blinking her eyes, the movement again went forth to disturb the darkness. Her lips appeared and slowly the space around me began to detonate with a powerful tone to go along with the violin.

Each word is supposed to uplift your existence from the hell,

Each phrase had to pull your essence to the blue,

But you desired the blood! The wars!

You belonged to the skies, But the hour is rather broken to fly,

The words were dead when the red had coloured the race,

Only a few remain in the isolated verse,

You sought wisdom and here you end,

Dying with the meaning of those words as the ornament,

Just keep your soul, listen till inferno,

Sophia from the Republic has died,

They never read Plato in the dim light,

I only exist in this lost cell of thoughts,

Inside the mind of a sick person, inside the blank pages that were lost.

My body was almost gone out in the darkness, absorbed and devoid of my sense to a greater extent. Her face, the face resembled Alex. Sophia, rather a philosophy from the book I am supposed to read.

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Nemesis

Enumerating through the flaws of time,

Travelling through the valleys, evasive to life,

To hold my spirit, to escape the night,

I blend my thoughts into the mirror of lies.

For you and me, we feel our might,

The might that surfaced through the ghost of fate,

The fate that never reaches the aesthetic lake,

The lake of magic, the embodiment that shifted the stars away.

For Nemesis shall call my Narcissus to the shore,

Where I will die to my illusive adore,

For the wind shall pour me to my bed,

To sleep and breathe, To heal and forget:

The might that corrupted my senses and name.

The narcissist’s blood to meet the lake,

The spirit to blend into the essence of escape,

The world that does not rise or die,

The place of death, the doom of lie,

Adore me then, when ‘I’ fly high,

Invisible, and without the need of pride.

The red that defined my faith at the time,

The black that retreats the illusion to the light.

A Dream to Die 

Epigraph :

And if I were dead tonight,

where would be your first cry?

Would it be on the phone?
Or while scrambling a piece of note?

Would it be on your way to home?
Or after I am buried?

Would it be in your dreams?
Or would you drink all that pain,

and not cry a tear?

And if I made through tonight,
where would you want to kiss me

one more time?

Would it on my eyes?
Or would you just blink your eyes?

Would you peck my cheeks?
Or pull them softly?

Would you kiss my lips?
Or mouth a ‘Thank you, God’

on my behalf?

And if I faded away,
would you come to take me away?

Would you make through
the limbo?

Or would you just

bid me a final goodbye?

What will I leave behind? I ask.
And I look back in the past,

and I see nothing good,

but pain and suffering.

• Poem by Omair | Instagram: @thescribbledstories

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My friend, do you know the realm of life ?

The realm holds the universe in the darkest nights,

Is it love or is it death ?

Is it the sky or the inmate jest ?

You are the feather to the realm,

More pleasing then death,

But illusive in strength,

I would cry for the only thing that rotates our life,

The very moment I get to know,

And maybe they don’t even have to tell,

Because my wings will be cut short,

I wont fly anymore, for my feather will morn,

And if it stay, why will I just kiss ?

I will fly with it to the heights in our cliche .

You may not understand my inmate partner,

But we hold a fiction note to write the realm of life,

In that fictional song, I hold a feather to write ,

The story true to the lie,

A lullaby, it will make us sleep in no time,

But when we wake up from the beautiful dream I draw,

We will be no more the same ,

We will be the realm of the game,

We will be with the one who designed the play,

So you know who we are ?

A portal to another star !

Not kiss, but fly to the place far away in our dreams,

Not waiting for death, but expecting it to wake us from our sleep,

To rejoice, my love , rejoice the need.

Link & Credits for Epigraph :https://www.facebook.com/TheScribbledStories/?fref=nf

Her Green Eyes

Assembling the puzzle pieces onto a story,

I reckoned how those hallways held my breathe,

How I used to be lost in the long trees in the rooms

Where lullabies were sung with alien threats,

My heart would rest my mind with the green,

And suddenly the lullaby will break into a scream,

My mentors would leave me to the crux,

But respect the notion of my love,

Ah! She was another thing of beauty that provoked,

A million dreams out on the road,

I could easily pass away myself onto her hair,

As if a slide to paradise,

A place with the smell of her smile,

Or rather a dream that alludes my green eyes.

The dreams were broken on commands,

The fear could only be defined as farce,

Broken onto the staircase for the demands,

With a team which made the farce end up as a laugh.

The days when I slipped over dreams to allusions,

And allusions to dreams, the child, the joy within me,

I reckon these thoughts and surface a smile,

When I think of the trees or her beautiful lies,

The trees are gone, with the wind adue!

With my love in the south, and my dreams in the room,

I look upon my school as a reflection of that night,

That blended the moon as a power of the divine.

I sang the verses of joy and sorrow,

I drank the colours of the world on the slab,

I laughed with my teachers on my lame plans,

And now I am here, with bits of reminiscence,

Hovering over my existence, defining the extradition of time,

Asking for that smile that never came through the mind,

But from the green and those beautiful lies.

Erosion

Wings plated within  my blood stream,

And legs burnt from the ocean of the sky,

My world does not define a lie,

It only brings the essence of the illusion to the eye,

I fly to write this verse, swim to make you think,

Cry to make the sapphire consume my thoughts,

And colour my wings blue, to enact a wearing truth,

With the gravity defying you to read this rhyme,

And the stars convincing you of my lie,

I will erode through the time.

And now that you know where I am not,

Now that you see my wings floating in the sky,

Wet from my lies, wait for them to die.

You will only have a verge in the sky,

And my wings will place themselves over your eye,

Fly, to a world where you will breathe another’s mind,

Or die, die and reveal yourself to a place that has never been defined.

The sapphire burned through me into an ocean,

and this verse came into being,

Now to understand my flight and lies,

Dear you, will have to erode from your mind.

And now that you have visited the path,

Can you recall the mornings from the sigh?

Do you still believe in the game of the light ?

You and me, the world, a lie,

A lie, to breathe, to die,

To know a rhyme,

Good night.

 

An Ocean of love 

Million things I say to the world,

But to you only one,

Million things I feel for you,

But for the world, I am numb. 

How do I bring this verse on surface,

A surface where we live far away,

Maybe thats why I swim underneath,

Deep within my feels and needs. 

And often you and me, we both are there,

We swim togther in our hidden air,

We love, we cherish, we dance and care.

But the deep vision is a temporary rain,

And then we wake up in despair..

I say things that are deep within those visions,

But you dont know their essence,

You get tired of my deep illusions,

And on the surface there is a fire,

A fire that burns all our desire,

I wish we could hide in our illusions,

And ignore what the people say on the surface,

Burning every single way to meet our ends,

But we will be in the cool water,

Feeling each other without the world,

But then to breathe, we seek out to the hallow air,

Where you and me, find despair,

We fight, we cry, we lie and care,

We think reality is our naked fear,

But let me tell you one thing my love,

I dont believe in people and the hallow air,

I would rather find solace in our ocean,

And live with you forever there,

The ocean of trust and love,

Where we love , we dance, we fear and care,

Let the fire burn, and let us love.. 

And if we wake up… 

My dear, lets burn togther and never forget,

Our ocean of love and trust. 

This is a rhyme that surfaced from our reality,

Like a huge wave, rather a tsunami,

That will take away the burns,

And freeze the people who talk about us,

It will freeze the flames that burned our nerves,

The tsunami will drown me and take me to the end of our country,

I will wake up in your arms,

Far from dispair and their believes. 

Let me tell you my love, the tsunami is on its way,

Till then, lets be partial to reality,

And smile like a wave that will take away the fire form the space.